By Anshudha Garimella There was a girl that lived in a sleeping forest. She had beautiful brown hair and delicate skin, she often wore white and she had the kind of eyes that you know have been through pain.The kind of eyes that cried every drop of rain.But she was very good at concealing herContinue reading “Life came back in waves of music”
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Here’s what I wanted to say to you ever since my Spring has blossomed I’m like the seasons I don’t need a reason to be this way You adore my sunshine, you despise my rain you adore my laughter, and you avoid my tears You find me when you’re in the abyss of pain toContinue reading “Sprintime Mood”
I’m sleeping at the heartbreak hotel….
Poem I’ve been living at the heartbreak hotel for a while nowGoing from room to roomBed to bedIt’s the same hotel but not the same placeIt’s the same mood but not the same spaceI’ve been living at the heartbreak hotelTaking down the drapes to see the same cloudsStill hovering above my headAs I lay aloneContinue reading “I’m sleeping at the heartbreak hotel….”
An afternoon spent dreaming by the window.
A photo-diary. All of the above pictures were taken by me.
Here are a few excerpts from some of my poems.
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I Never Forget Anything- Poem
I never forget anything I never forget a thingAnd that’s what broke meI never forgot a thingI thought time would take care of memoriesBut It didn’tSo I filled my head with lyrics and melodiesI filled my mind up to the brimWith rhymes and wordsUntil it started overflowing with poems of my own I never forgotContinue reading “I Never Forget Anything- Poem”
Happy Earth Day!
Here’s a poem I wrote for this beautiful planet we call home. To this beautiful planet that I call home I don’t have enough words or enough languages to express how much I love you The planet that cloaks us with its green blanket, supports us with its solid carpet, the planet that covers usContinue reading “Happy Earth Day!”
Poem- The Photograph
Why am I enamoured with the past? Even though I always think of the future The past in objects, pictures, melodies and words Fly through my imagination like birds It’s strange that I find myself so enchanted with eras gone by And it’s a shame that I have not been able to let go myContinue reading “Poem- The Photograph”